One night, long and beautiful.
Meng Jingwei fell asleep tiredly, only to be kissed awake by him heartlessly, over and over, yet he was still unwilling to set her free.
"A Ye, I'm tired..."
She closed her eyes, mumbling drowsily.
"Call me husband!" Qing Muye playfully slapped her peachy buttocks.
"Hus...husband..." To gain a moment of peaceful sleep, Meng Jingwei surrendered. She did whatever he asked, obeying him unconditionally.
But the man still tormented her with a particular kind of 'ruthlessness', so much so that her words were jumbled.
Even when Meng Jingwei finally begged him to carry her to the bathroom, the man still 'cleaned' her repeatedly inside the shower, unwilling to stop until her last breath.
That night, Meng Jingwei truly witnessed Qing Muye's prowess!
After several hours of exhilarating exercise, Meng Jingwei slept soundly until she woke up naturally.
When she woke, it was already ten o'clock in the morning of the second day in Country C.
Lazily opening her eyes, she saw a magnified handsome face.
She looked at Qing Muye, a relieved smile curving her red lips. She placed her left hand on his cheek, "A Ye~"
How many times in her dreams had she envisioned such a beautiful morning?
As soon as she opened her eyes, sunlight streamed onto the bedroom bed. Qing Muye slept beside her, allowing her to snuggle into his embrace and act cute after waking up.
Meng Jingwei nudged closer into his arms, lifted her head, and kissed his lips. "Good morning."
"Do you know what you should do first thing when you wake up?" Qing Muye wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly. Their skin was closely pressed together, and Meng Jingwei's thigh was accidentally poked, hurting quite a bit.
Her willow-leaf brows furrowed, her small face contorted into a grimace. She pleaded, "If we do it again, I'll really die in bed. You don't want your wife to die young, do you? If people ask how your wife died, you'll say she died from too much sex?"
Qing Muye was amused by her words. "The more practice problems you do, the better your grades; the more love you make, the better your wife's stamina will be."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
What kind of absurd reasoning was this? It was simply twisting logic.
"With so much experience, Mr. Qing must have done this with other women in private." Meng Jingwei pinched his chin, her fingers playfully caressing the rough stubble.
"Are you doubting me?"
"No, I'm just stating facts."
"Then let me show you what the facts are." Qing Muye hugged her waist and pulled her up. The thin blanket on Meng Jingwei fell away, leaving her feeling a sudden chill.
But as Qing Muye gently lifted her with his hands around her waist and then lowered her, her cheeks instantly flushed, and even the skin on her neck began to redden.
Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, her mind a complete fog. The sudden position left her blushing furiously and feeling incredibly embarrassed.
Finally, Qing Muye proved to her with his actions what the 'truth of the facts' was.
A certain little woman, who had courted disaster, cried and begged for mercy. Seeing her pitiable state, sobbing with red-rimmed eyes, Qing Muye eventually chose to spare her.
After this rest, she woke up again at half-past two in the afternoon.
Meng Jingwei was awakened by the tantalizing aroma of delicious food. Her stomach was already growling, and the smell of the feast made her stomach perform an empty city stratagem.
"Get dressed and get up to eat." Qing Muye helped her sit up and thoughtfully helped her put on her bra.
"No, I can do it myself..."
She reached out to snatch the garment away, but Qing Muye patted the back of her hand. "Where on your body haven't I seen? Why are you still shy?"